They see how sorry she is and they forgive her, too

I was firm with my tone, and my confidence in the girl inspired the rest of the group to give her a chance. Corrine spent a few minutes clumsily apologizing to the others, but it wasn’t long before they put her out of her misery and all crowded to give her a welcoming hug.

Even Talia, who had felt by far the most betrayed of any of us, broke down in tears and embraced her friend.

It felt great. Everyone was energized and happy to have Corrine back. Despite the late hour, nobody wanted to sleep (though the prospect of simultaneously sharing a bed with Corrine, Elizabeth, and Amy wasn’t exactly an unwelcome prospect for me), and we all decided to celebrate our friend’s return by getting back in the hot tub.

The warm water was luxuriating after my long night in the rain, and the girls looked incredible as they slipped their nubile bodies into the tub beside me. And this time, I allowed myself to enjoy the view:

Stephanie plopped down on Simon’s lap, the top halves of her substantial boobs bobbing above the surface of the water. Her bubblegum pink swimsuit couldn’t help but remind me of how sweet and tasty the treats inside it were.

Talia’s black string bikini was exactly the same style as Rachel’s white one–hinting at a day, not long ago, when the two lesbian lovers had gone shopping together to make sure they could dress as a couple. What I wouldn’t have given to be a fly on the wall of THAT changing room.

Amy looked radiant and refreshed after her awful morning. She was wearing the hilariously tight green piece of dental floss she had tried on for me the day we first fucked each other, leaving the muscles of her ass almost bare as she wiggled across the deck and hopped beneath the water of the tub, sitting at my left.

Elizabeth was wearing a white and black striped bikini that tied behind her neck, with triangular cups stretching to support her tits. She took a seat at my right, and let her small hand rest comfortingly on my bare thigh.

Last into the tub was Corrine, who in her haste to leave had forgotten to pack a swimsuit. The closest thing she had brought was a leopard print bra with matching underwear. The print couldn’t help but remind me what an animal the girl had been when we were fucking earlier that night. With no room left in the tub for her to sit, Corrine rested her tall, busty body comfortably on my lap. With her height, only the very bottoms of her breasts even met the water.

Despite the fact that I had come five times in the past twenty-four hours, I was already hard again by the time Corrine showed up.

It was great, just like old times. Laughter, and fun, and merciless teasing by half a dozen gorgeous babes. There was an un-chilled bottle of pink champagne in the liquor cabinet, and everyone partook (everyone but Amy, who looked queasy just thinking about ****.)

We brought Corrine up to speed on everything that had happened since she had left: the attack of the bees, the game of spin the bottle, me and Elizabeth hooking up—Rachel even blurted out the story about me watching her and Talia go at it in the van.

“Oh my God!” Stephanie shouted at me, “You are such a Peeping Tom!” Then she turned to the others and exclaimed, “Ian and Elizabeth were spying on me and Simon last night when we were fooling around! I heard them!”

“It was an accident!” Elizabeth was quick to point out.

This was all news to Simon. He turned bright red and didn’t know what to say. Elizabeth gave the poor guy a quick peck on the cheek: “Don’t worry, you were really hot. You’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about.”

He nodded in appreciation of her comment, but we could tell he was still feeling mortified. I could see that Elizabeth wanted to make it up to him...